Railway Track
Rushing to the third class
compartment
when I was a student.
Every time seen
amid the sound of the track
from the coach window
countryside and buzzing cities
leaving behind .
After retirement years ago
Sometimes I boarding
second class compartment,
(third class abolished)
Like when I was a poor student
The sounds of the track
Horns and whistles,
voice of the hawkers
inside the couch
and at the stations
not changed.
So I am except that
To day I have grown old.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2021
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